YAY, the rainy season has arrived

So I am on a French computer, so I apologize in advance for my mistakes. Im in Labe this week to work on things for Girls Conference which is at the of July. Girls Conference is a chance for volunteers to bring a girl from their site for a weekend trip to be with other young girls and to learn about their rights, talk about their relationships, and really to make them feel empowered. I have a girl, one of my students, in mind that I would like to take. This time we have many Guinean women who have jobs coming to talk to these young girls. I think it will be good for them to see what they can become. Its been a tough couple of weeks at site in terms of the way I have seen woman be treated. It is extremely sad and disturbing and its been hard for me to deal with. Ive been looking for outlets and ways to handle the things I witness and hear.
Besides that, things are going just dandy. I continue to work with the doctor and have had the chance of being with extremely young mothers who are giving birth. Talking with them has really opened my eyes on the way women live. Along with that, I get to hold newborn babies all the time, and really who doesnt like that? Ive also been playing soccer with my girl students. They must think Im good because I always get picked first and I always hear them say in Pular, Madame is coming when Im running after the ball. If only my soccer coaches who always kept me on the bench could see me now!
Rachel came to visit the other day along with the country director of the Peace Corps. When Rachel and I are together we speak English, of course, and we can talk about anything because nobody understands us. When they arrived I was just finishing up my English class so the director was talking to my principle right next to Rachel and I. Not considering the fact that the director speaks English, Rachel turns to me and asks why Im wearing a bra. I helpfully tell her that our director does indeed understand us and that we cant talk about everything we want, I respond because theyre big. Sometimes we just have no tact.
My host mother, who is actually a year younger than me and has two kids, is doing well and her baby boy is the cutest baby Ive ever seen. He is just so happy, but he always seems to pee on me. Whenever she hands him to me, Im always like hes going to pee on me, isnt he? She finds that amusing and then he usually does. She then washes my skirt, so its nice if one of my skirts is dirty and needs to be wash I just wear it over there and Im almost guaranteed a clean skirt in two to three days. That way I dont have to wait till laundry time which I do once every month because its such a pain to do. Its a day affair, esp with the rainy season here. The rainy season has been nice. I now sleep with sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Its great. So this blog is kind of filled with random thoughts. I apologize. I usually write out something, but I just have been so busy, which I love. I wake up at 7 and usually Im at the hospital till 11, one time till 4 am. Ive even stopped writing in my journal. Im sure my mom will be upset to hear about that. Ooops. Well love you all and miss you.